Upon hearing this, Wu Yongxiao immediately saluted Mu Qingcheng as if he had discovered the savior: "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

It seems that giving gifts is beneficial if you have nothing to do. So, people are more or less willing to speak for him! All officials in the world are as greedy as the prime minister, and the civil servants cannot avoid the vulgarity.

"There are not many officials as honest and honest as Lord Wu." Mu Qingcheng curled his lips: "I am also discussing with His Majesty that I would like to reward famous officials in the court. At that time, there will be an undercover investigation by the supervisor. As long as the master is not corrupt, I can ask the emperor for a reward."

A little stunned, Wu Yongxiao was a little confused: "Qing... a clean official?"

"Yes, you will know in a while." Mu Qingcheng said: "I have been discussing with Your Majesty about secretly eliminating corruption for a long time. The gift lists received by the gatekeeper of our prime minister's mansion were sent to the Supervisor. I haven't had time to see it recently. However, you must not worry about such things, sir, you are clean and honest."

"..." Wu Yongxiao was stunned and opened his mouth wide, looking like a toad. Mrs. Wu next to her was dizzy when she heard it.

How could this happen! She knew how much the master gave her. If this gift list was in the hands of the supervisor, then...will the life of the Wu family still be there?!

"Why are you panic?" Looking at Mrs. Wu's pale face, Ling rolled her eyebrows and tilted her head and smiled: "Aren't you the king of this capital? Who can do what you do to you?"

"...you, you!" His lips trembled, and Mrs. Wu fell to the ground and cried: "How can you bully people like this? I'm just having some small friction with this boss..."

"Little friction?" The pain was still painful behind her, and she looked at her gentle eyes: "I killed someone in my store worth more than 100,000 taels of silver, but came to tell me it was a little friction? Mrs. Wu is really amazing."

Seeing her, she was so angry that she was so angry that she looked like she was protecting her. Mrs. Wu didn't dare to say anything anymore. She wiped her tears and gritted her teeth, and said in a very small voice: "Boys rely on the power of others!"

Gentle ears pointed, heard it, and said with a smile: "It's all learned from you, aren't it?"

"Shut up!" Wu Yongxiao rolled his eyes in anger: "I have been in trouble for eight lifetimes to marry you, a wretched wife, and how can you be half as good as Xiulan!"

Xiulan is Wu Yongxiao's dead wife.

Mrs. Wu cried and cried regardless of the consequences. Ling Xiuyue covered her ears and glanced at him for a moment, and said to gentleness: "It's time to open."

"Yes." He stood up slowly, walked gently to the place where the red silk of the plaque was hanging down, looked at Wanmei and Miaomeng and said, "Let's come together."

Miaomeng came back from her trance, nodded, and came happily with her eyebrows. Manager Xu lit up firecrackers and Xiu Yue pounded the gong. Amid the noise, Wen's Liulixuan reopened.

The onlookers had already blocked a whole Phoenix Street, and the name of Liulixuan was completely revealed. Although no one dared to come in because of the huge situation at the door, with the Prime Minister and Emperor Wuhou coming to protect him today, I believe that the business will not be too bad in the future.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he turned his head gently, and saw Mu Qingcheng quietly pulling his hand holding his eyebrows. He paused and obediently, like an obedient cat, which seemed to be in the passionate love period. When he turned to look at Miaomeng, he was unconciled, and he must have been thinking about Lou Dongfeng.

It’s great to have a lover. You can be kind to me and protect me if you have nothing to do. If you have something to do, you can still protect me in the street. I pity her little cabbage, she is covered in scars and has to go back to raise her.

"You guys leave first if you have something to do." said gentlely: "My back hurts so hard that I have to go back and rest."

Ling Wanbiao frowned and nodded: "You go in quickly, your face is even worse than that of Mrs. Wu. If you have any questions, let Xiuyue come to me."

"Okay." He responded with a smile, gently squinted his eyes, and gently pushed Miaomeng out: "If you want to see someone, go see him. In this life, a person's life is just so long, and he is afraid of his hands and feet, and he leaves too many regrets."

Miaomeng was stunned, stared at her wide eyes, waved her hands gently, and walked towards the inner hall with Shufang.

Actually, Lou Dongfeng may not have no dreams in his heart, otherwise, his dignified Emperor Wuhou would show up to protect her today.

Her head was dizzy, and Wenrou didn't know what she muttered, and she didn't know anything when she saw her eyes were dark.

In ancient times, the medical conditions were poor. She was injured and was not treated in prison. Her back was swollen like a camel, her bones tingling, and the fever that had just subsided was probably getting up again. Fortunately, they must have handled the matter outside. With Manager Xu, there is no need to worry too much about the store, she can have a sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Wenrou seemed to have a dream. She dreamed that a man wearing a black embroidered silver brocade robe walked out of the woods, walked to her bedside, gently took off her clothes, and let her lie in his arms.

"A person like you will be beaten to death sooner or later." The cold and disgusting voice sounded very familiar, but in the chaos, Wenrou could not remember who this was.

There was a coolness behind her back. The dream was so real that she felt itchy. She could feel someone applying medicine to her. The man's hand fell on her back, and some thick calluses made her itchy.

He twisted his body in discomfort. The person in front of him seemed to think that her posture was wrong and it hurt. So he reached out and picked her up, let her kneel, and then passed her armpits through her armpits, put his chin on her shoulders, and continued to apply medicine.

"Is this a fucking dream?" Gentle murmured.

The person in front of him paused, his throat tightened slightly: "Who did you dream of in your spring dream?"

"Who else?" Gentle muttered, and couldn't open his eyes, and said irritably: "That one is very ugly and I can't remember his name..."

The room was quiet for a while, and then someone chuckled softly, and he was stunned. He reached out to grab him, but the man pressed her on the bed with one claw. A gust of wind blew, and nothing was left around him in an instant.

A little sleepy, Gentle continued to fall into deep sleep.

The scientific examination in Beijing has ended, and when I was gentle and sober, the results were just about to be released.

She sat under the eaves wrapped in a fox-haired cloak and looked at the fine snow, gently sniffing: "Shufang, did you apply medicine for me yesterday?"

Shufang next to him nodded with a tough head: "I'm here."

"oh……"

What a strange dream. Now that she remembered it, how could she dream of Xiao Jingtang?

Since she stepped out of Xingcheng, she and him were people who had no intersection in the two worlds again. It was probably because of Du Wenrou's residual feelings. She would occasionally think of this person, but... she would forget it sooner or later.
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